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Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


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Anderson D./Andy
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bamba.
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christina marie.
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Monday, November 3, 2008
Post-Exam Fever. 2:30 PM

The afternoon after last day of exams Aikks & I headed off the mall with a few buddies namely Ells, Richelle & Siff, Justin, Ben (Ells’ twin, like for real) and for a short period; Zat & Andy. Good times, good times. I’m too much of a bum to lay down the day’s events for ya, so I’m just putting up photos since Ella is dying to get em. Haha. For full account on the day, see Ella.





[Homer Simpson style] Mmmmm...chicken rice.



“I’m not hiding anything under this flab!” –Aikks
We stole Ella’s hairbrush. I’m not really sure what happened to it now and if she ever noticed. Oh well.



Ells & I. Love Not War, if it’s readable, on my shirt.







‘Cause we ride: hijacking the kiddy rides.



Nuts! Semi-literally.



See how everything’s all clear and his feet are a blur? Haha, Justin’s fast, wicked fast. You know him? He’s like the friggin’ Alpha and Omega of DDR! Haha, well besides Zat of course. They are freaking awesome at the darn thing, AND they’re guys. You should see them move. Whoo.



This was epic. We took photos beside Wall.E right and then like, a split second after that, on Aikko’s side, Wall.E’s arm tore off and we realized and ran off like mad into the cinema going, “Aikks, what have you done?!”. Good times.





Elevator scenes.




Aikks & I at the bookstore. Practically my most favorite place in the whole of the mall.




Featuring A Spot of Bother & I Love You But I’m Not In Love With You. Funny titles eh?

So that’s about, there are loads more but these are the only ones which came out alright. Cheers.

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Thursday, October 16, 2008
Why Did The Boy Eat His Exam Paper? 4:35 PM

Because, it was a piece of cake!

HAHAHA. Richelle came up with that earlier today, cheers babe. Congratulations with Siff, I’m pretty sure you’re happy now, you deserve it! (now, if only I could follow her example...)

The exam was, I mean. I absolutely can NOT believe it. For the first time in my entire life, I actually managed to write a BM composition, something totally out of my jurisdiction. And I bet the grammar is garbage and my choice of words suck, but who cares?! At least I answered Paper 1, just winging practically EVERYTHING along the way.

Hallelujah! We had this mini prayer thingy, me and the rest of the gang, right before the exam & yeah, God did help us. YEAH!Three cheers for Jesus! Ameneth.

My answers are probably whack but at least I know I tried my hardest right? Give it a credit guys! If you don’t, I will sue. Kidding.

I just hate the stupid chairs and tables, they’re so wooden and hard and, and, and sharp! Give me break man! Who can sit on those chairs and not be in agony? Oh, and there was this crack invigilator who I think is on cocaine or something. I’m no fashionista or anything of the sort but at least I don’t wear green platforms with a long pink dress! Geez, that is well bad.

And she wore her glasses the wrong way, like out of her headscarf or tudong. I was tempted to ask her whether she had ears or not, but that would be mean, plus I’d get disqualified. And there was this one point where her phone rang amidst the silence of the hall and guess what her ringtone was? THE SPONGEBOB THEME SONG. That is a classic moment. Of course, nobody else thought if funny since they were all mucking around in anxiety about their compositions and letter writing and stuff. Spongebob. Honestly!

And during the second paper, I swear, I understood most of the stuff said! It was like...I had this mini translator thingy in my head. It wasn’t that bad, I probably wouldn’t flunk the paper. Another one of God’s miracles. I swear to you, I have no idea why, but I actually understood bits of the paper. (I’m not exaggerating.)

I feel freaking sleepy though, I didn’t get enough sleep last night. You should’ve seen me; I was attempting to talk myself to sleep. I spent about, almost a couple hours maybe, tossing around in my duvet trying to fall asleep but it was pointless. You shoulda seen me. But like, it wasn’t cause I was nervous or panicky, I mean, not at all dude! I was actually pretty excited for the exam.

And I wasn’t only the one slacking away last night; I found quite a lot of 9th year students online last night, refusing to give in to the temptation of last-minute cramming. I salute you people.

Next exam’s Math on Monday. Math? Nothing to it either.

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HISTORY

January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
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